"Just the day before yesterday, you and several other spies sent to Ajaccio by the gentlemen were all controlled by the Governor's Palace. And... they all confessed that you and several gentlemen tried to launch an attack against Governor Bonaparte.

Attack."

"You...what did you say?!"

Master Justin's pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe this reality.

If he had just heard that the Ministry of Finance was trying to take back the land of the landlords, Mr. Justin only thought that Laurence Bonaparte was a tough person.

But now, after hearing that Lawrence had directly accused him of a fatal crime, Master Justin just felt that that damn Bonaparte boy was simply crazy.

Because this means that Lawrence has put the entire landowner group on the absolute opposite side of the Governor's Palace, and there is no longer the possibility of reconciliation negotiations between the two parties.

Either the landowners headed by Sir Justin were hanged by Laurence Bonaparte for attacking the governor, or a new group of people were replaced in the governor's palace in Ajaccio.

Corsica's future will only depend on one of these two outcomes.

"And..." the alderman added worriedly:

"I hear that the Army of the North is already marching on Ajaccio, and that Laurence Bonaparte is already gathering his troops."

"Master Justin! If that's the case..."

Hearing that Lawrence was already gathering troops, several landowners on both sides of the long table couldn't sit still.

They all had spies assigned to Ajaccio, which means they all now have a crime on their heads for attacking the Governor of Corsica. It doesn’t take much to think about it, the muskets of the Corsican Defense Force will soon be

Target yourself.

The landowners who were not charged with Luo Zhi were not much better off. They knew very well that if their colleagues were defeated by Lawrence, they would not end well.

Master Justin, who was once again surrounded by everyone's expectant eyes, couldn't help but take a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice:

"It seems that Bonaparte is also impatient. He actually wants to use force to suppress us. What a fool! His National Defense Forces only have 4,000 people. The total number of serf tenants we can arm is close to 10,000!"

"Having said that, Master Justin." A landowner couldn't help but worriedly questioned:

"Although the manpower in our hands far exceeds that of the National Defense Forces, the equipment needed to arm these people cannot be gathered in a short time, and Bonaparte will never give us enough time."

This landowner's doubts are undoubtedly the voice of many people. Although there are a large number of serfs attached to their names, no landowner usually stores hundreds of muskets and ammunition in his cellar.

When we get to the battlefield, we can't let the farmers wield hoes and sticks to fight with the Wehrmacht soldiers.

However, in the face of this most fatal and critical issue, Mr. Justin just smiled in a secretive manner, cherishing his words like gold and saying:

"No need to worry, friends, all you need to do is return to your manor to recruit manpower. By then, I will provide enough weapons to assemble our army."

After that, Mr. Justin closed his eyes, firmly grasped the armrest of the chair, and seemed to be talking to himself:

"Wait a minute, Bonaparte boy, do you think that after becoming Governor-General, the whole of Corsica will be your back garden? Then you must have never imagined that an army of ten thousand people can be summoned from the ground in your own back garden, huh,
Chapter completed!